The way the wind howls.
A Severus Snape story.
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters from Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling (You gotta love that woman) all others belong to me.
AN: I am writing this whilst in a world of morbidity and depression.
Summary: The life of Severus Snape. WARNING: Will later contain scenes of abuse, self/child/physical/mental harm so rating will be changed then.
Chapter 3
The meal, in Severus' opinion, lasted too long, and the students were too noisy, and yet after about two hours, headmaster Dumbledore stood up once more
"Now the feast has finished, the prefects will walk the first years back to their common rooms, and then report back to me here along with the head girl and boy. Who by the way are: Gwendolyn Sersornta, from Slytherin and Mathew Riconseed, from Ravenclaw. Good night."
Dumbledore sat down again
Severus quickly stood up and walked towards the Slytherin prefects who were discussing something in hushed voices, they saw that the first years had arrived and quickly broke off their conversation.
However before they did so Severus had caught part of the exchange that they had said ' . . . rk Lord's getting more follower's mother and father want me to join, soon you?' 'Yeah that's what I heard - fathers taking me to a me to one of the meetings over Christmas break - will I be seeing you there?' 'You bet. I heard that he's got the gia -'
The prefects turned to the first years and they introduced themselves and gave a warning too
" My name's Sierra Demicus and this is Moltdune Scutora. Slytherin house is known for being unfair; if you don't agree with someone, don't come running to us. You fight it out, you also need to learn your places, and quickly. Being first years you're at the bottom of the ladder. The seventh years are at the top. Unless, your family has a good enough history, wealth and power, you're not gonna do very well in this house at all. Our head of house is Professor Tridant, she won't listen to your complaints, with out good reason, and I recommend that you get in her good graces - it comes in handy in later years. Now come on, lets go down to the dormitory"
Sierra stop talking and Severus looked around at the other first years; he smirked most looked very intimidated by the speech, well all but Mathew Nott and Thomas Avery, who like Severus were smirking. They had obviously known of Slytherin house's life style because of their elder siblings.
The 1st years headed out of the now empty great hall and down the steps into the dungeons. Oh yes Severus liked the looks of this - he had always preferred working by candle light in his own dungeons back at the manor.
The prefects led the group to the middle of a corridor, and they stopped in front of a blank area of wall, opposite hung a tapestry of a huge basilisk with its jaws opened and the symbol of wisdom overlapping it.
Moltdune turned to face the group and said
"This is the entrance to the common room although by the end of the year you would have properly discovered the secret passages out of it, but never mind about them, anyway the passwords 'Scionia Solce' remember the passwords they can change once a week or once a month or every two days it depends on the head girl."
He turned now to the blank stretch of wall and said to it in a firm voice Scionia Solce. The wall slid to the left and the entrance to the common rooms opened. The prefects and 1st years walked into it gapping.
"The female dormitories are down those stairs you'll find a door that says 'first years' that's your dorm room for the rest of the year, and the male dormitories are down those stairs there" Moltdune pointed to a set of stairs on the opposite side of the common room. "Again you'll find a door with 'first years' written on it. Now off you go, your stuff has already been brought up. Breakfast is set out between 6 and 9 am classes start between 9 - 9.30 am depending on who you have. A single period is 45 minutes long and double is 1 hour 30. Lunch is set out from 11 am till 1pm and dinner starts a 7 pm, students are all normally at dinner at 7 pm because detentions always start at 8 pm, unless other wise stated. Curfew for first to third years is 9pm unless you have a detention that over runs, or goes on later. Now bed!"
The students separated off to the dorms and the prefects started talking to each other again in hushed voices heading back up to the hall, Severus was one of the last to go into the dormitories and once again caught some of the 5th years conversation. 'He's got the giants too? What about the Dementors?' 'I think that's what he's aiming for next but I dunno' their voices faded away as they exited the common room and Severus finally went off to his dorm.
The dorm room was long and rectangular, with no windows but tapestries of snakes and Thestrals all lined in emerald green and silver. There were five beds in the room, all lining the wall opposite the staircase. To the right of which was a massive wardrobe in which the four other boys were putting their clothing. The bed straight opposite the staircase had been taken up by a small blonde haired boy called Laurence Maletome, next to him was a black haired boy called Simon Lestrange brother to Rodolphus Lestrange who was 9 years older, than them. Mathew Nott had taken the bed next to Simon Lestrange and Thomas Avery the bed next to him leaving Severus to take the bed in the far end, in the corner, in the dark. Right where he liked to be.
He walked over to his bed and found his trunk at the base waiting for him to un-pack it. Severus pulled out his wand and pointed it at his trunk - muttering the numerous unlocking charms he had on it. The lock clicked open and he started levitating his clothes (all black) into the far end of the wardrobe. He then turned to the wall on the right hand side of the bed and transfigured the stone blocks into a book case, onto which he put all his books that he had brought with him (AN: I know Severus is using spells and charms that 1st years shouldn't know - but he's a lot more advanced in magic learning then the normal 11 year old. Don't forget he has been practicing since he was 7) again placing a charm over them so no one could access them except for him and then a disillusional charm to make them look like potion books.
Severus went back to his trunk and pulled out his night robes, stripped off his day wear and pulled it on, he climbed into bed and pulled the emerald curtains around his bed, but not before he cast one more locking charm on his wardrobe and trunk.
He awoke the next morning at 6.15am, got dressed and headed up to the main hall for breakfast. Unsurprisingly he was the only student there. Seeing as most were still in bed. Severus sat down at the Slytherin table and helped himself to a full English breakfast (2 Fried eggs, bacon, tomato's, sausages, mushrooms, toast, fried bread, baked beans for those who don't know) across and down a bit from him sat a spectre.
The ghost must have sensed him watching him, because he looked up and floated over to sit opposite Severus.
"Good morning, kind sir."
Severus picked up his goblet of orange juice and held it in his hand,
"You assume much by that one sentiment."
The ghost looked at Severus deeply, as if trying to solve a difficult puzzle, before he replied
"T'is true, but I am sure that you are a kind sir, to those who you deem good enough to trust."
"That would be difficult, for I do not trust anyone. However it does hold some truth. I do not pity myself by gaining friends, but more like acquaintances."
"Indeed, it seems that we are more alike then you allow yourself to believe. But no matter, here cometh the other youngen's, thus I shall depart." The bloody baron drifted upwards slightly, but before he vanished he called back to Severus " However serious you act, Severus, do not forget that you are, at this moment only 10 and 1 years, if you wish to continue our conversation, go to the dungeon on the lowest floor, opposite the tapestry of the slaughtered monk, and ask for the 'Baron'. Far ye well sir"
Severus finished his breakfast just as the early rises started theirs. He swept out of the hall, his black cloak almost billowing out behind him. He headed down into the dungeons silently, and went in search of the slaughtered monk tapestry.
10 minutes of searching later he found it. Smirking slightly to himself, he then turned and began to walk back to the dormitories to collect his bag, pausing mid-step when a voice called out his name from the shadows. He turned 'round and spotted who it was
"Good morning professor Tridant"
The witch looked him over and then said in a quite voice
"Come to my office at the start of the lunch hour Snape, there are a few things I wish to - - discuss - - with you"
Severus nodded his head in agreement and replied
"Oh course professor. 'till then."
Turning his back on his head of house Severus continued his journey back to the dormitory and collected his bag. His mind trying to figure out what prof. Tridant wanted with him.
End chapter 3
A Severus Snape story.
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters from Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling (You gotta love that woman) all others belong to me.
AN: I am writing this whilst in a world of morbidity and depression.
Summary: The life of Severus Snape. WARNING: Will later contain scenes of abuse, self/child/physical/mental harm so rating will be changed then.
Chapter 3
The meal, in Severus' opinion, lasted too long, and the students were too noisy, and yet after about two hours, headmaster Dumbledore stood up once more
"Now the feast has finished, the prefects will walk the first years back to their common rooms, and then report back to me here along with the head girl and boy. Who by the way are: Gwendolyn Sersornta, from Slytherin and Mathew Riconseed, from Ravenclaw. Good night."
Dumbledore sat down again
Severus quickly stood up and walked towards the Slytherin prefects who were discussing something in hushed voices, they saw that the first years had arrived and quickly broke off their conversation.
However before they did so Severus had caught part of the exchange that they had said ' . . . rk Lord's getting more follower's mother and father want me to join, soon you?' 'Yeah that's what I heard - fathers taking me to a me to one of the meetings over Christmas break - will I be seeing you there?' 'You bet. I heard that he's got the gia -'
The prefects turned to the first years and they introduced themselves and gave a warning too
" My name's Sierra Demicus and this is Moltdune Scutora. Slytherin house is known for being unfair; if you don't agree with someone, don't come running to us. You fight it out, you also need to learn your places, and quickly. Being first years you're at the bottom of the ladder. The seventh years are at the top. Unless, your family has a good enough history, wealth and power, you're not gonna do very well in this house at all. Our head of house is Professor Tridant, she won't listen to your complaints, with out good reason, and I recommend that you get in her good graces - it comes in handy in later years. Now come on, lets go down to the dormitory"
Sierra stop talking and Severus looked around at the other first years; he smirked most looked very intimidated by the speech, well all but Mathew Nott and Thomas Avery, who like Severus were smirking. They had obviously known of Slytherin house's life style because of their elder siblings.
The 1st years headed out of the now empty great hall and down the steps into the dungeons. Oh yes Severus liked the looks of this - he had always preferred working by candle light in his own dungeons back at the manor.
The prefects led the group to the middle of a corridor, and they stopped in front of a blank area of wall, opposite hung a tapestry of a huge basilisk with its jaws opened and the symbol of wisdom overlapping it.
Moltdune turned to face the group and said
"This is the entrance to the common room although by the end of the year you would have properly discovered the secret passages out of it, but never mind about them, anyway the passwords 'Scionia Solce' remember the passwords they can change once a week or once a month or every two days it depends on the head girl."
He turned now to the blank stretch of wall and said to it in a firm voice Scionia Solce. The wall slid to the left and the entrance to the common rooms opened. The prefects and 1st years walked into it gapping.
"The female dormitories are down those stairs you'll find a door that says 'first years' that's your dorm room for the rest of the year, and the male dormitories are down those stairs there" Moltdune pointed to a set of stairs on the opposite side of the common room. "Again you'll find a door with 'first years' written on it. Now off you go, your stuff has already been brought up. Breakfast is set out between 6 and 9 am classes start between 9 - 9.30 am depending on who you have. A single period is 45 minutes long and double is 1 hour 30. Lunch is set out from 11 am till 1pm and dinner starts a 7 pm, students are all normally at dinner at 7 pm because detentions always start at 8 pm, unless other wise stated. Curfew for first to third years is 9pm unless you have a detention that over runs, or goes on later. Now bed!"
The students separated off to the dorms and the prefects started talking to each other again in hushed voices heading back up to the hall, Severus was one of the last to go into the dormitories and once again caught some of the 5th years conversation. 'He's got the giants too? What about the Dementors?' 'I think that's what he's aiming for next but I dunno' their voices faded away as they exited the common room and Severus finally went off to his dorm.
The dorm room was long and rectangular, with no windows but tapestries of snakes and Thestrals all lined in emerald green and silver. There were five beds in the room, all lining the wall opposite the staircase. To the right of which was a massive wardrobe in which the four other boys were putting their clothing. The bed straight opposite the staircase had been taken up by a small blonde haired boy called Laurence Maletome, next to him was a black haired boy called Simon Lestrange brother to Rodolphus Lestrange who was 9 years older, than them. Mathew Nott had taken the bed next to Simon Lestrange and Thomas Avery the bed next to him leaving Severus to take the bed in the far end, in the corner, in the dark. Right where he liked to be.
He walked over to his bed and found his trunk at the base waiting for him to un-pack it. Severus pulled out his wand and pointed it at his trunk - muttering the numerous unlocking charms he had on it. The lock clicked open and he started levitating his clothes (all black) into the far end of the wardrobe. He then turned to the wall on the right hand side of the bed and transfigured the stone blocks into a book case, onto which he put all his books that he had brought with him (AN: I know Severus is using spells and charms that 1st years shouldn't know - but he's a lot more advanced in magic learning then the normal 11 year old. Don't forget he has been practicing since he was 7) again placing a charm over them so no one could access them except for him and then a disillusional charm to make them look like potion books.
Severus went back to his trunk and pulled out his night robes, stripped off his day wear and pulled it on, he climbed into bed and pulled the emerald curtains around his bed, but not before he cast one more locking charm on his wardrobe and trunk.
He awoke the next morning at 6.15am, got dressed and headed up to the main hall for breakfast. Unsurprisingly he was the only student there. Seeing as most were still in bed. Severus sat down at the Slytherin table and helped himself to a full English breakfast (2 Fried eggs, bacon, tomato's, sausages, mushrooms, toast, fried bread, baked beans for those who don't know) across and down a bit from him sat a spectre.
The ghost must have sensed him watching him, because he looked up and floated over to sit opposite Severus.
"Good morning, kind sir."
Severus picked up his goblet of orange juice and held it in his hand,
"You assume much by that one sentiment."
The ghost looked at Severus deeply, as if trying to solve a difficult puzzle, before he replied
"T'is true, but I am sure that you are a kind sir, to those who you deem good enough to trust."
"That would be difficult, for I do not trust anyone. However it does hold some truth. I do not pity myself by gaining friends, but more like acquaintances."
"Indeed, it seems that we are more alike then you allow yourself to believe. But no matter, here cometh the other youngen's, thus I shall depart." The bloody baron drifted upwards slightly, but before he vanished he called back to Severus " However serious you act, Severus, do not forget that you are, at this moment only 10 and 1 years, if you wish to continue our conversation, go to the dungeon on the lowest floor, opposite the tapestry of the slaughtered monk, and ask for the 'Baron'. Far ye well sir"
Severus finished his breakfast just as the early rises started theirs. He swept out of the hall, his black cloak almost billowing out behind him. He headed down into the dungeons silently, and went in search of the slaughtered monk tapestry.
10 minutes of searching later he found it. Smirking slightly to himself, he then turned and began to walk back to the dormitories to collect his bag, pausing mid-step when a voice called out his name from the shadows. He turned 'round and spotted who it was
"Good morning professor Tridant"
The witch looked him over and then said in a quite voice
"Come to my office at the start of the lunch hour Snape, there are a few things I wish to - - discuss - - with you"
Severus nodded his head in agreement and replied
"Oh course professor. 'till then."
Turning his back on his head of house Severus continued his journey back to the dormitory and collected his bag. His mind trying to figure out what prof. Tridant wanted with him.
End chapter 3